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... off the bus in the centre of Hat Yai. It is a bustling, vibrant place where Malaysian men slip over the border to seek solace in the arms of ladies whose looks and friendliness are in direct proportion to the size and contents of the punter's wallet. As we stood at a busy intersection a man asked if we were looking for a hotel. He was Juan from Puerto Rico. When I asked if he was Spanish he became miffed and rebuked me. " I am from the United States of America" I ...

... After waiting at he dentist office for an hour we left because the dentist was not going to come, so we drove down the road to the market. Here we waited for all of the local people to bring their fruits vegitablee fish meats and of course sweets. The sweets come is a plastic bag the size of a zip lock and are basically like a soup with chunks of sugar lumps in them. They are the most unnatural colors from lavender to fuchsia, bright yellow to un ...

... and laugh. It was so amazing to see their eyes shine when they got the words and the sounds right and started to understand. It was probably one of the most rewarding feelings I have ever felt. The disconnect between language was no longer present and a passion for learning sharing and givining was the result of much time and dedication. I tried to really help the younger children who never spoke up or I saw just repeating to understand the concepts of a few words like big ...

... occured. Through this dedication to fighting for human rights he has meet many other activists across the globe including some from Mexico, Argentina, Zimbabwe, Laos just to name a few. The local people here were often his body guards so they have a long history together, and now their children come to learn at his school. Today he is fighting for the children and his past is very important in shaping what he teaches. PiJu also teaches the children not to eat food that ...

... though very obviously catering exclusively to tourists. When I got off the boat a man came up and took my picture, and an hour later I found the picture had shown up printed out on a tacky plastic plate, which the same man then tried to sell to me. Though most stall-holders had limited or no English, they still managed to haggle by calling out, 'hallo, hallo!' or sometimes grabbing you by the arm, displaying their wares, typing a price into ...